Balance ft. Nutty P Lyrics

Yeah

Ah ha ha ha

Yeah

Yeah

Uh oh

Yo

Im tired of keeping it humble some wanna go on like I'm not Raw

Just like Christopher Reeves I'll come and knock you off your high horse

Matty's a savage where's my round of fucking A-plause?

Linguistic's like cunnilingus I eat tracks and so much more

They mastered the art of allure

Industry shady as contour

Dupe you to get what they want

Oust your ass faster than concord

Wipe off after draining balls

I Checked it out all above board

And I'm not down to eat ass like Kira Noir

Sure

Life'd be different if I went along and played ball I just won't conform

Yeah

I know you're life's a movie

You're an actor a shit one

Here

Take your award well done you been scorn

Hope it works out for you in the long run

I really do not play my position

I'm a problem you don't want like them kids who's Ballied Up S

peech muffled

Puffer jackets zipped up Hand bags socks with flip flops

Packing a bottle of bleach and a sword

You all look and sound the same where Im on form

And Yet I'm so bored

It's gone beyond the point of tears and laughter

You know it's peak when the most sense you get nowadays parody's like Pete Bas and Munya Chawawa

It seems you're all flawed

But I guess you went and "did it for the culture".

I pride myself on having the ability to kill it on tracks without having to say that I'm killing it repeatedly

You're all trash

And I'm all that

Everything goes around in a circle

It's been rinsed it's time to scrap the current cycle and bring that lyricism back

And don't you ever in your lifetime try to undermine Matt

Because I'll kill you

Probably

Yeah

We need a balance

We need a balance

Yeah

We need a balance

Probably yeah

We need a balance

Probably yeah

Suck a cock

It's a full moon and I'm howling at it

Drowning you pricks in a fucking fountain of shit

Bury your corpse under a mountain of bricks

Leave you in a wheelchair so you'll be down with the Crips

Used to be a good boy then the bodies started piling up

Kruger, Myers, I was raised on the violent stuff

Over 18

X rated kinda stuff

Douse you in gasoline take my zoot and light you up

Cause I'm feeling kinda greazy

Take your ashes then I'll sniff them off your CD

Hit the strip club where tings is looking seedy

Ask her how deep is the love like the Beegees

Re-arrange her guts because she knows my dicks the dopest

Have her walking round like she's got scoliosis

Rub her clit with the same hand I open throats with the same hand that I wrote with oh shit

You dropped a mixtape and nobody noticed

Stopped shotting and the music isn't working now ya homeless

Yeah the yayo makes me focused

But the real inspirations Tax man zoning

Some man shot an 8th in '98 but-but you ain't hard mate

No you ain't Scarface regardless of what the bars say

Cause I know some top Shottas that are moving large weight

With no Instagram or songs on GRM

Moving like 50 cent cause they got many men

Wishing death pon gotta be clever in every sense

Cross every T and be stressing for every pence

And pound and ton and monkey on the docket

Racist s call me err monkey Til I'm fucking their White daughter

Cause she loves the way I rock it make a light skinned yute got the Grand Daddy buggin…

We need a balance

Yeah

We need a balance

Listen fucker

We need a balance

fucking cunt

We need a balance

Yeah

We need a balance

Probably yeah